The night is dark and full of terror,
Guns, bullets 9mm sit in their chambers,
Nozzles pointing my direction,
My drunken state makes me more vulnerable,
Screams from a distance, blood on the pathway,
If i still make it home and sleep on my bed,
how can i claim credit,
When it is so evident the good Lord gave me another chance.
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